Daughter

Pour yourself a large one,
This may take some time.
The thoughts I've had all bottled up,
Were more than just the wine.

The night gave me cause to think -
The girl you call your daughter,
Can't see you as her father.

Another chaser finds its feet,
I think I've got that story beat -
The melancholy in my mind,
Was only steeped in kindness.

The night gave me cause to think.
The girl you call your daughter,
Can't see you as her saviour.

So pour yourself another,
For this may take some time.
The thoughts you've bottled up,
Are more than mine.

Every time you turn away, or blink
It denies your daughter,
The comfort to call you her father.